A mafia BTS ff.
"I have finally found the missing piece of my memory puzzle."
Jungkook found himself in another unknown place, covered with thick canopies. His hands were restrained behind him, his feet burned, and his knees buckled, but he continue...
Play me slow push up on this funk and give me miracles (let ya body know) Make it known How we left and right is something we control (you already know)
-Standing Next to You (Jung Kook)
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Jungkook's keen eyes scanned the aftermath of the skirmish, his senses heightened by the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. Amidst the chaos, he spotted an adversary sprawled at his feet, thwarted by none other than V. Gratitude swelled within him as he exchanged a silent acknowledgment with his comrade, a simple thumbs-up signifying their unspoken camaraderie. With a nod of understanding, V seamlessly returned to the fray, his focus unwavering as he resumed his relentless assault on their foes.
As the last echoes of battle faded into the night, leaving only the stillness of victory in its wake, RM's voice cut through the heavy air, strained with exhaustion yet laced with determination. "Which gang were they?" he inquired, his breaths ragged from exertion.
Suga's expression darkened with a simmering rage as he glanced at the fallen adversaries. "They were from Sinister; didn't you see the snake tattoo?" he retorted, his tone dripping with disdain.
Jin's jaw clenched with a palpable fury, his fists tightening at his sides. "These bastards!" he seethed, his voice low and menacing.
Jimin's eyes flashed with frustration as he voiced their collective sentiment. "First they sent a spy, and now this?" he lamented, his frustration evident in the furrow of his brow.
Approaching the group with purposeful strides, V interjected, his resolve unwavering. "JK, you're not going to let them get away so easily, right?" he challenged, his gaze unwavering as he awaited his leader's decision.
Jungkook's jaw tensed with determination as he met V's gaze, his resolve unyielding. "We will send them a return gift," he declared, his tone laced with a simmering anger. "Unfortunately, I have an important meeting to attend tomorrow, so V," he turned to his trusted ally, "you will deliver this year's Christmas gift. Take RM with you if necessary. Do as much damage as possible, but ensure Doh Minjoon survives. He is my target," he emphasized, his voice steeling with resolve at the mention of his adversary.
With that, he retreated into the safety of their stronghold, issuing orders for his weary comrades to rest and replenish their strength, knowing that the battle was far from over.
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Jungkook's footsteps echoed through the marble-floored hallway as he approached the grand mansion. The imposing gate loomed ahead, flanked by stone statues that seemed to silently guard the entrance. As he neared, the sound of his footsteps seemed to reverberate off the high walls, underscoring the gravity of his arrival.
The guard stationed at the gate eyed Jungkook warily, his hand resting on the handle of his firearm. With a terse nod, he signaled Jungkook to proceed. The gate creaked open, revealing the sprawling estate beyond.
